Author: Another Chicago Magazine

More and more, in late winter especially, I have the feeling that I am dying—or, to put it more accurately, that the best of my life has happened and my decline has begun. And this is a bitter feeling—wrong, too, I hope.

How to capture what is lost in immigration, exile, and death? Maggie Kast examines Brodsky/Baryshnikov in context. “Their friendship must have been a comfort, even if deepest sorrow is too personal to share.”